Minack Theatre

While heading down to the southern most point of England, we discovered something that was quite the experience. In 1931, a lady by the name of Rowena Cade began to construct a theatre that is literally perched on the edge of the sea. With her own money and with limited help from a couple of tradesmen, she literally carved this venue into the rocks above Minack Rock. It is quite the story and except for a few years during the war, it was all her hard work and sweat. During the war, they set an anti-aircraft gun on the point and covered it all in barb-wire. She evidently used to sneak in and cut the grass. There is also a story of a ship wreck that happened on the shores below. This little determined woman drug 12 foot beams up the cliffs to use build the dressing rooms for the theatre. When Spanish sailors came looking for the remains of the wreck, they couldn't believe this little lady could haul the timber up the hill so they let her have what was up at the theatre. This was her life's work until she died in 1983.



Lucky for us, the owner of the B&B where we stayed had all the tricks for us. We were to pack a meal and make a picnic of the evening. The winds rising off the English Channel are cold this time of year so we put on most all of our clothes and she also gave us blankets. To be honest, it was almost not enough. Some regulars brought sleeping bags and climbed inside them to watch the show. This was the opening performance of the season and Beauty and the Beast was on the bill. It was very well done and we did learn that this is a very popular venue to play and groups from all over are lined up to get a chance to do a production here.



We were there early to set up for our picnic. We hiked down the hill to the seats and the usher really hooked us up. There are grass seats on one side and the other side has concrete seats that Rowena hand crafted with concrete and carved the names of each production into the seats over the years (see the Alice and Wonderland). They showed us a set of reserved seats three rows off the stage. If you look at the picture with Marshall Sr. you can see the little Skelton huddle right beside the box seat on the farthest point away in the picture.



Lucky for us, the rains held out and we had a great night. The hardest part was driving to and from the show. We took a picture out the car window. This was symbolic of many roads in Cornwall and my Volvo literally was all but scraping the sides of the banks as we went along stretches like this. If we met another car, I'd probably just have to go into 4 Wheel Drive mode because I am not sure there is another choice.

Charlestown, not Charleston

From Tintagel, we headed south. There are certain times during our travels that we have 'must stop' destinations. Charlestown was one of those stops. Even though there was no connections back to Charleston South Carolina (and it is not even spelled the same), the magnetic pull of this port town was too much for Vivian. It was a lovely little port town. Jane Asten's Persuasion was set here as was one of the Three Musketeer's movies. Part of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland was set here as well.

It was nice and quaint but once you toured the harbor, ate ice cream, and toured the one museum in town, there was not much left to do except race power boats. This is probably all the kids will remember but they had fun.

Cornwall Coast - Tintagel

Our next destination was out on the coast. This turned out to be the kid's favorite spot on the trip. Legend has it that Tintagel is the birthplace of King Arthur (that of the round table variety). A lot of digging has pretty much confirmed that this is all just a legend to inspire the locals in time of dire straight but that didn't matter to the Skeltons, they loved it.


There are remains of a 13th century castle and there are all kinds of other ancient relics. The area itself is a fantastic collection of cliffs, waterfalls, caves and other opportunities for adventure. We climbed on cliffs and explored several caves. The shot is from Merlin's cave that is down on the water. We climbed into one cave and almost got trapped by the rising tide. On top, the views were magnificent.





The sun was shinning and the favorite game was a little like Where's Waldo (or Where's Wally if you are in the UK). We call it Where's Mommy. In the last picture, you can find her in front of one of the caves, stretched out in the sun, pretending she is on the beach in Wilmington.

Lydford Gorge

Papa bear is a bit behind in blogging. Who would have thought that a nice week long business trip to the US would turn into a three week non-vacation. We did finally hear what happened in Iceland. It was discovered that Iceland declared when their economy finally died, they wished to have their ashes spread over all of Europe. (bad humour is now an added bonus to the blog).

Our first stop on our school half-term adventure is in Dartmoor National Park. Beautiful country. We stayed in an proper pub in the middle of the moors. This is hiker's paradise. It has a nice historical angle in that it was an Anglo-Saxon settlement that was situated to protect the area from vikings. I like the sounds of this because it sounds like the makings of a future Russell Crowe movie. One particular adventure was into the Lydford Gorge. It is only a mile and half long but was absolutely beautiful. One end has a magnificent waterfall.
It is a nice steep hike down to the bottom. It is also known that the gorge was a hideout for a large family of outlaws in the 17th century. When the park ranger saw us coming, they just knew the outlaws returned. The kids had a blast as we stomped through the forest.

The other end has a feature known as the Devil's cauldron. There are several pictures of our hike. There is one point where the trail is about a foot and a half wide with no rail to keep you from falling. I had dreams at night of having to jump in for John. It really was beautiful. We capped off the night at the pub. The bottom picture is the place we stayed. We literally stayed upstairs, in the room on the left (you can see our open window). Quite the cozy set-up. A double bed, a bunk bed and a single bed. Almost like camping. The kids were so wiped that the owners let us send the kids food up so they could stretch out in front of a TV movie. Mom and dad joined the hikers, the locals, and numerous dogs downstairs. The fire was blazing and the crowd was lively. We hung out with the patriarch of the pub family (Irish fellow) that bought it years ago with his brother after the war. Now his son runs the place and he loved to chat as well. In the morning when we came down for breakfast, there were big Chocolate Easter Eggs on our table for the kids, which happened to be Easter morning.

Uncle Joey, Aunt Kristen, and Troy in London

We had a Nascar load of visitors over from North Carolina. Uncle Joey, Aunt Kristen and Cousin Troy all came to visit us. Thy visited friends in Coventry before coming over to Cheveley for a few days. The kids were in school so they did the Cambridge sites and managed to sneak down to London one day and see the matinee show of Wicked. On Thursday, we threw Joey, Kristen, MJ, and Mags on the train from Cambridge and their Amazing Race quest was to find our hotel in London (since we all couldn't fit in a car together). M&V brought John and Troy in the car with all the luggage. In London, we did the whirlwind tour of the sites. The cousins were mainly interested in playing and would rather play tag around the sites than actually try to learn something. Here they are not paying attention at the Tower of London. They did enjoy Trafalgar Square since they could climb on the Lion statues that are made out of captured canons. We did the hop-on-hop off bus tour (which was great because we have never done it) and also took a boat tour on the Thames. We nipped into the Tate Museum because there was an exhibit that Uncle Joey really wanted to see. John and Troy decided that they would pass the time climbing in the cubes. Boys will be boys.

The weather was cold and a little rainy so the bus and boat were nice and dry but it was nice to see the colors showing that spring was just around the corner. The shot with Joey, Kristen, and Vivian is at St. Paul's Cathedral. The last shot is

from the warm and dry river cruise boat.

Skelton Family Reunion

On our trip to Devon and Cornwall, we were lucky to connect up with a cousin of Marshall's that moved over to the UK 7 years ago. Bobby is a cousin on the Skelton side of the clan. Marie was Arnold's sister and is Bobby's grandmother.

Long story short, Bobby met a wonderful girl in the UK and is now married and lives with Laura and her two girls. We were only lucky enough to meet Ellie as Jade was off to Euro-Disney in Paris. I'd like to say the highlight was walking up to the highest point in Plymouth or even touring the Abbey that was the home of Sir Francis Drake but I would be lying. It was almost the proper English breakfast that Laura cooked for us but that would not exactly be the truth. In all honesty, it was the biscuits and gravy that was the added bonus to the meal. You just can't quite find good ole southern gravy on this side of the pond and it was exactly what was needed to make me homesick for a grandpa Skelton's breakfast.

Tower of London and more

Decided to hit some iconic tourist spots on our passport trip. Of course, most would not count the vaults under the Hard Rock Cafe as a iconic but we decided it would be cool. There were things like Madonna's corset and Sting's guitar. The vault itself used to be a bank vault and the Queen kept her coffers there. Come to find out, they also kept Princess Diana's wedding dress.

We then hopped around other sites like the Tower of London and the Tower Bridge. Both were most excellent. It is quite interesting to think that the Tower of London is one of the most famous towers that people think about. But compared to places like Edinburgh and Dover, it really lacks that impressive, hilltop massive size. The history is also quite dark and violent. Tower Bridge is a very cool tour. The engineering that went into it was quite impressive.

Hillsong London

We had to sneak off to London to renew passports and decided to go on Sunday and play the tourist game. One thing that has been on the list for quite some time was to attend Hillsong, a church in London. This is a church that started in Australia and has now planted churches in places like Kiev, Moscow, Paris, New York, Cape Town, and Stockholm. Some of the music we sing in our church in Cambridge and that we sang at PC3 back in Wilmington came out of Hillsong. We went to the Sunday night service at 6:00 PM. They have 4 services on Sunday's at this location and given the day was nice and sunny, we decided to go after dark.





The church meets in one of the West End Theater's where the musical 'We Will Rock You' is staged, which is a Queen musical extravaganza. It is a beautiful theatre that was built in 1928 and seats almost 3000 people. It was a really cool experience and the energy was through the roof. The message and outreach was exceptional as well.

Air Skelton - Chamonix France

Half term was all about shredding up the French Alps. Figured we'd share some shots of the kids getting air. MJ is first. Once we found this really cool place in the trees, this is all the kids wanted to do. Vivian was OK because the trails leading up to this spot were all green and that makes momma happy.










Maggie and Vivian started the week pretty but as the week progressed, Mags started leaving mom behind in powder trails. She was able to tackle some pretty tough red slopes with dad. Red is the color before black in the places we have skied.






Not to be left behind, big John decided that he was good enough to go off trail and ski the trees. He even got a dose of air himself. Least you not believe him, we can go to the super close-up spectra cam. As you can clearly see from the instant replay, there is definitely some air action going on.

Big Marshall would insert some pictures of him getting air but his was a little less air and a little more gravity so we'll just save the pain of those shots.

My Cool Ski Dad

For our February half-term, the whole family went skiing in France. Before mom and dad blog about the stuff we did, I thought I would take a turn at telling you how way cool my daddy is. We all now know how to ski (including mom) and on this trip, he taught me all kinds of cool things. So you know, here is a picture of me and dad at our favorite place to eat in Chamonix, it is called 'The Cave' and it is over 300 years old.

Lesson one: Be careful when you walk on ice in ski boots. Dad warned me that you have to be careful when you are walking. To teach me a lesson, he decided that he would fall on the ice in front of all the people at my ski school.

Lesson two: math and physics on the ski slope. For this lesson, he mentioned something about every action has an equal and opposite reaction. He then wanted me to do some calculations. I had to ask for more help. The story problem goes like this. If a 220 pound American is going down a red slope at probably 20 miles an hour and hits a 4 year old french girl that weighs probably 40 pounds. How far does she travel. Turns out this is a trick question. When dad hit her, she flew about 10 meters. Her skis flew 20 meters. Her poles flew farther. Actually, when you get down to it, the side of the slope looked like a yard sale for ski equipment so I really can't answer that question.

Lesson three: After you almost kill a 4 year old French girl, be nice. Help her pick up all her stuff and put herself back together.

Lesson four: Laughter makes people happy. To do this, dad decided he would fall down one day on the bus. He probably made people from 8 different countries laugh. I am glad he is so friendly and made people so happy. We had a side lesson where we learned about colors. To paint the picture, you have to imagine the color of the banana that you left uneaten in your lunch box. If it was a Friday and your mum didn't find it until Monday morning, it is nice and black and brown and mushy. That was the color of dad's bum after his fall on the bus. The whole family had a good laugh over it.

Lesson five: Independence. This was one of those really tough love lessons. Kind of like teaching a kid to swim by throwing him in a pool. Dad must have decided it was time for me to learn how to ride a chairlift on my own. He decided that he would pick the longest high speed quad we had ridden. It was just the two of us in lift line and he helped me on then as the lift was just heading out of the lift station, dad decided he would fall off so I would have to do the rest by myself. It scared me at first but then I saw the nice lift operator helping dad out of the big pile of snow and dad seemed OK. I then had to pull the safety bar down all by myself and then lift it again at the top of the mountain. Mom and dad were real proud of me.

I am glad my dad is so cool and taught me all these lessons. He said he hopes that he doesn't have to teach me any more skiing lessons because he is still sore from all the lessons from this last week. Plus, mom is laughing at his bum and dad said he doesn't want to practice lesson four anymore.